Undertale Patience Novels & Stories

The look of someone who had been patient for a long time and was beginning to wonder if patience was a virtue or a waste. "He has the talent, the legacy, and the resentment," I murmured. "The perfect proxy."

"I am agree with your mother in-laws, you must not give up, because there is Aarav between the two of you, so you have to survive, and mother is sure, with your patience Hansel will definitely come back to you, at least for your child." The word patience immediately made Lolita smile. The word tickled her so much that she wanted to laugh at herself. She had been patiently waiting for Hansel for decades, but she didn't get a reply. Now, Lolita realizes that the fruit of her patience may be in another form and much better than Hansel's return of love. God has awakened Lolita from her ego and obsession that are too high. Isn't that better than just being together continuously, but there is no e

The presence did not follow me this time, It was listening elsewhere. For the first time since I clawed my way back from annihilation, I was not the most patient thing waiting and that realization thrilled me because endurance outlives conquest and whatever just answered the fracture does not rush. Which means the next mo ve will not belong to the loud, It will belong to whoever understands how to wait.

I’m almost twenty for heavens sake. “Patience is key in situations like this. The more patient you, the greater your reward would be.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes at that. I don’t know about you but it sounded like a load of bull to me. “Okay.” You could hear the sarcasm in my tone. Not that I tried to hide it. “I’ll stay here and keep being patient while the world moves on without me. Maybe when I finally go back after being oh, so very patient. The world would have already moved on and forgotten about me. Then tell me, how i would win and get this reward you mention?”

Cael had learned long ago that most battles weren’t won with claws. A wolf could tear through flesh, but it was patience that decided wars. Who could wait the longest, who could hold the line without breaking? Shadowclaw had survived on that truth. He had survived on it. But patience was no easy thing when it came to her. And now, as he stood on Crescent’s northern wall, copper eyes tracking the yard below, he wondered just how long his patience could last.

I shoot back quietly, not even sparing him a glance. He chuckles under his breath, the sound low and satisfied. “Nonsense?” he repeats. “I’m complimenting you.” “You’re being loud,” I fire back. “I’m being honest,” he defends himself. “You’re being annoying,” I tell him. He grins wider. “So you are listening to me.” I close my eyes briefly, inhaling slowly, forcing down the irritation building in my chest. Patience, Marcella. Patience. My fingers tap once against the edge of my notebook before I still them.

Ethan’s voice came from somewhere above and behind me. “This is patience,” he said. Not angry. Informational, the way he said most things. “This is what it looks like when someone who has been doing this for a very long time decides that a particular problem requires a particular response.” A pause during which the men continued their work and I continued receiving it. “You are not the first person who has sat in one of my chairs and decided that effort and cleverness were going to produce a different outcome. You won’t be the last.”

With the warriors he commands through presence alone. With Landon he just — is. No performance of patience. Just actual patience, the kind that doesn't look at the clock. When Landon asks the same question three different ways to make sure he fully understands the physics, Rafe answers all three versions with equal attention. When Landon goes off-topic, which happens at least twice per session, usually involving something he has been thinking about since the last time....Rafe follows the thread until Landon finds his way back.

Without hesitation, Mace raised his voice, his tone cold and threatening. "Seraphina, I know you're in there. You have exactly ten seconds to open this door, or there will be consequences." Inside the room, Seraphina's reluctance to comply with her uncle's demands was evident. She finally unlocked the door, swinging it open with an exasperated huff. "What's your problem, Uncle Mace? Can't a girl have some privacy?" Mace's gray eyes bore into hers as he remained unapologetic, his voice firm.

“A misstep, an impatient thought… and the amplification could unravel.” I nodded, kneeling before the first barrel. My hands hovered above the opening, feeling the energy coil and shift beneath my fingers. Patience. Understanding. Not hunger, not desire, but a waiting presence that asked only for respect. A soft sigh pulsed through the wood, and I whispered my silent greeting, requesting cooperation, alignment, and consent. Alejandro’s hand found my back, a steady weight. “It will hold,” he said quietly, and I let the assurance thread through me.